Stukov didn't hear the rest of the retinue over the perceived din of weapons fire, instead moving into the room and ducking a cultist weapon, jamming the bayonet into the offending heretics gut before twisting and slashing out, disembowling the cultist with one smooth, practiced motion before drawing his sidearm and putting a round through his skull, firing rounds at the lead Cultist as he fled through a back curtain from his autogun as it clicked empty, narrowly missing the cloaked heretic. The silence finally fell as he reloaded, the empty magazine hitting the ground with an empty, echoing in the sudden silence as it finally hit him that it was dead silent, and he glanced back seeing both Smiles and Sis in the doorway, turning back towards the curtain, talking with an old authoritative voice, clearly falling into his old ways of leading a charge instead of stringing along after others. [color=9e0b0f]"Welcome to the party ladies. Cultists are a certainty, and considering the silence and state of that ritual, daemons are here or on the way. The leader, at least one of them, is running, try and keep up."[/color]

About that point a Daemonette came twirling out from behind the curtain, making almost no sound as she came out of the corridor that was behind the curtain, and the same direction that the cultist leader had fled. Most Imperial Servants typically panicked when faced with daemons, for most institutes did not face the threat, active or not, of daemons on a daily basis. Armsman were one such institute within the Imperium of Man that faced such beings and were expected to succeed. Well, against mortal followers of Chaos and all who threatened the Imperial Navy, technically, but daemons fell into that group. And Stukov had faced his fair share of daemons in the past, and with a grim expression he ducked the clab like appendage on her leading left hand, parrying the thin bone blade extending from her right wrist with his bayonet and shoulder checking the daemonette sideways into one of the heavy machines, creating distance and barking out orders, autogun only lifted in time to catch the rebounding daemonette as she tried to gut the senior Armsman. [color=9e0b0f]"Scratch that, daemons are here. Keeping up is all the more important, since...BASTARD!"[/color]

That explicative was a by product of being grazed by the daemonette's claw, as he barely kept up a defensive pace against the daemon, the close fight giving no room for ranged support from the others. Considering the echoing, haunting laughs and increased volume of unintelligible, base whispers, the warp was leaking into this basement readily now. Several more daemonettes leaped out after Smiles and Sis, seeing them both as far graver threats than the lone, outclassed Armsman that was being backed out of sight behind a piece of heavy machinery. However, several moments after being pushed out of sight a keening howl of a daemon slain was heard and the rapidly fading body of the daemonette hurtled into sight, and Stukov moved past in a blur, brilliant sapphire energy burning in his eyes as he tore out of sight, leaving barely a word behind as he ran after the cultist, moving inhumanly fast and completely unaware of it. He was also unaware of the fact that daemons were actively being drawn to this weak point in reality now, and it was only a matter of time before the basement inadvertently became a permanent gate to the Warp, a daemon gate to pour pure evil into the world. [i][color=9e0b0f]"Stay alive and catch up, sever the connection and the Daemons will fade."[/color][/i]